Across The Alley From The Alamo Lyrics

JOE GREENE

Across The Alley From The Alamo Lyrics

Across the alley from the alamoLived a pinto pony and a NavajoWho sang a sort of indianHi-de-ho to the people passing byThe pinto spent his time a swishin' fliesAnd the Navajo watched the lazy skiesAnd very rarely did they ever rest their eyesOn the people passing byOne day they went awalkin'Along the railroad trackThey were swishin', not lookin'Toot! Toot! They never came backAcross the alley from the alamoWhen the summer sun decides to settle lowA fly sings an IndianHi-de-ho to the people passing by

Across the alley from the AlamoLived a pinto pony and a NavajoWho used to bake frijolesIn cornmeal dough for the people passing byThey tho't that they would make some easy bucksIf they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and LuxA pair of very conscientious clucksTo the people passing byThen they took this cheap vacationTheir shoes were polished brightNo they never heard the whistleToot! Toot! They're clear out of sightAcross the alley from the AlamoWhen the starlight beams it's tender tender glowThe beans go to sleep and there ain't no doughFor the people passing by